Backseat

You know I don't like to do too much talkin' (Zetra) I'm just smokin' on weed You know, coolin' This shit good over here, if you ask me (yeah) Might be smokin' on gas in the backseat We was down, and they didn't wanna tap in (yeah) Fuck them niggas, that money, my best friend (yeah) Flyin' in space like a Jetson (yeah) Black is my fit when I'm dressin' Got your back on my kicks when I step in, yeah Been in the cut with my dead friends, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) (Cut with my dead) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Been in the cut with my dead friends, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Cut with the dead friends, yeah, yeah I don't feel like I gave 'em enough (go) The life that I seek (either) Been thinkin' about it too much (damn) Like nigga, you ready or what? (Grrt, yeah) Told my gang that we 'bout to cut up Takin' stuff, we not turnt the fuck up Takin' charge of the whip 'fore they rush (rush) Take a whiff of that motherfuckin' dust Niggas be hatin' for what? (What?) You don't like me, well nigga, what's up? (What's up?) I been tryna keep that shit coolin' (okay) But they tryna play me like I'm stupid (no, no) Like I'm Mike, man, I live in a thriller This is a life where that shit can get realer (ooh) I can't waste no time 'bout that skriller Ooh, woo-woo Uh (slatt), hey This shit good over here, if you ask me (yeah) Might be smokin' on gas in the backseat (yeah) We was down, and they didn't wanna tap in (yeah) Fuck them niggas, that money my best friend (yeah) Flyin' in space like a Jetson (yeah) Black is my fit when I'm dressin' (racks, racks) Got your back on my kicks when I step in, yeah Been in the cut with my dead friends, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) (Cut with my dead) Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Been in the cut with my dead friends, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah) Cut with the dead friends, yeah, yeah Hello? Yeah, yeah, call my phone back Yeah, I'm runnin' this play and then I'm Goin' back to the studio and shit Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, nah, that's cool, nah, for sure